Excerpts from the Ruins of the Capital (repost)

The wooden stick couldn't hold her steady after several attempts, so she stood on tiptoe and raised her arms, which made her waist appear thinner and longer, clearly revealing a section of her bare lower back beneath her short blouse. Zhuang Zhidie rushed over to help her, and just as he managed to prop her up with the stick, it fell down with a thud, and the open window slammed shut. The woman cried out in fright, and Zhuang Zhidie caught her just as she was about to fall, but her body seemed to have an axle attached to its lower body, and she collapsed into his arms. Zhuang Zhidie wrapped his arms around her, and their mouths were pressed together without a word, their breaths

coming in short, deep gasps. The woman trembled, pressing her swollen breasts against Zhuang Zhidie's chest. Zhuang Zhidie finally managed to speak, murmuring, "Tang Wan'er, I've finally held you. I love you so much, really, Tang Wan'er." The woman said, "Me too, me too," and tears streamed down her face. Seeing her cry, Zhuang Zhidie felt even more tenderness towards her. He wiped her tears with his hands and then kissed her tearful eyes. The woman giggled and struggled to stop the kiss, but their lips met again, and all their strength was used to suckle. Unconsciously, four hands were rubbing against each other's bodies at the same time. Zhuang Zhidie's hands snaked down, but the skirt was too tight, and his hands could only grasp at the waistband. The woman unbuttoned the skirt at the back, and his hand slipped inside, touching a wet patch. The woman then tightened her hips, trapping his hand. Zhuang Zhidie said, "The day I gave you the shoes, I really wanted to touch your feet." The woman said, "I could tell, I really hoped you would touch them, but your hand stopped." Zhuang Zhidie said, "Then why didn't you show any interest?" The woman said, "I didn't dare." Zhuang Zhidie said, "I'm also pathetic. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and I felt we were destined for each other. But you are the first woman I've ever entertained, and I was timid. I just thought that if you showed even a little interest, I would be ten times braver." The woman said, "You're a celebrity. I thought you looked down on me." Zhuang Zhidie placed the woman, who was as limp as a noodle, on the bed and began to peel off her short skirt, pulling her stockings down to her knees in an instant. In Zhuang Zhidie's mind, it was like peeling the tender skin of willow branches on the banks of the Yellow River in Tongguan when he was a child, or peeling an old scallion in the kitchen, with bare, white legs right in front of him. The woman wanted to take off her shoes and socks completely, but Zhuang Zhidie said he loved wearing high heels like this, so he lifted her legs and stood by the bed to make love. The layers of wrinkles inside the woman's body were as tender and full as clam meat, tightly enveloping Zhuang Zhidie; they were also as hot as a cluster of winter flames burning his lower body. Looking at the woman's delicate and fair skin, Zhuang Zhidie felt the warm and smooth texture of jade when he touched it, and he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. It was the first time in his life that he had come into contact with such a beauty, and he couldn't help but gently bite her leg with his teeth. The woman groaned. Zhuang Zhidie quickly asked, "Did it hurt you?" Tang Wan'er said, "No, I want you to bite me, it feels good even if it hurts!" Zhuang Zhidie followed the woman's lead and gently bit down again. The woman twisted her body and moaned softly. Only when there was a row of red teeth marks on the woman's white legs did Zhuang Zhidie switch to licking them with his tongue. The woman felt waves of tingling pleasure wash over her as his tongue teased her. Her legs began to rub against his shoulders, her buttocks heaving as she pressed herself closer, urging Zhuang Zhidie to penetrate her. Zhuang Zhidie, however, knew he suffered from premature ejaculation and hesitated to fully reciprocate, fearing he might overexcite himself and finish too soon, leaving the woman unsatisfied and causing her to look down on him; perhaps she would never be intimate with him again. He loved this woman too much; she was the woman he had finally obtained, and he didn't want to lose her. Thinking this, he pressed his tongue firmly against his palate, restraining himself, only slowly thrusting and rubbing, not rushing or using force. The woman cried out as she moved, something Zhuang Zhidie had never experienced before. His desire to conquer surged, and he surprisingly didn't ejaculate prematurely even after hundreds of thrusts, astonishing himself. Tang Wan'er's face was flushed, her black hair disheveled, but she sat up and said, "Let me change your position! Get off the bed and crawl on the edge of the bed." Zhuang Zhidie still hadn't ejaculated prematurely, his eyes fixed on the blue mole on the left side of her buttocks, saying nothing, only panting heavily. The woman rested, then simply took off all her shoes and stockings, revealing her beautiful, naked legs, glistening with the fragrance of fine sweat. Zhuang Zhidie grabbed the woman's waist and hips from behind, but the woman raised her buttocks and straightened her legs, revealing a snow-white, round shape. Between her thighs, a pink lotus petal bloomed. Zhuang Zhidie couldn't help but lean down and kiss that lotus petal, which trembled as if shyly succumbing to the cool breeze. The woman said in a trembling voice, "Come in quickly! I'm about to climax, I can't wait any longer!" She turned around, grabbed Zhuang Zhidie's manhood, and eagerly shoved it inside. The woman's buttocks were as soft and elastic as a helium balloon, driving Zhuang Zhidie wild with pleasure. He couldn't resist a sudden surge of excitement and began to thrust violently, letting the woman rise and fall beneath him like surging waves, moaning incessantly. After a moment, the woman turned around, frowning, and cried out, "I'm coming! I can't take it anymore!" Zhuang Zhidie, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, watched the woman writhe like an insect, her lips twitching, her eyes rolling back. Suddenly, she cried out in alarm, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, trembling uncontrollably. Taking advantage of this, he thrust into her clitoris, feeling as if he were being entwined by a cluster of soft petals, and then ejaculated profusely.

Zhuang Zhidie dressed, but the woman remained curled up there as if dead. He laid her flat, sat on the sofa opposite the bed, and smoked, admiring the sleeping beauty's posture. The woman opened her eyes and looked at him, seemingly a little shy, giving a silent smile. Still too weak to get up, Zhuang Zhidie recalled the Tang Dynasty poem describing the limpness of a concubine after a bath, realizing it wasn't about the bath itself, but rather the aftermath of intercourse. The woman said, "You're really something!" Zhuang Zhidie said, "Am I?!" The woman said, "I've never felt so good before. You're really good with women!" Zhuang Zhidie, though quite proud, said earnestly, "Besides Niu Yueqing, you're the first woman I've ever been with. It's really strange today; I've never been this good before. Honestly, I always ejaculate prematurely when I'm with Niu Yueqing. I always say I'm finished, I'm no longer a man." Tang Wan'er said, "No man is incapable; if he is, that's a woman's problem." Hearing this, Zhuang Zhidie couldn't help but rush over again. He hugged the woman, suddenly burying his head in her arms and crying, saying, "Thank you, Tang Wan'er, I will never forget you in this life!" The woman helped Zhuang Zhidie up and softly called, "Brother Zhuang." Zhuang Zhidie said, "Yes." The woman said, "I should still call you Teacher." Zhuang Zhidie said, "Are you laughing at me for being so pitiful?" The woman said, "It wouldn't be good to suddenly stop calling you Teacher. I'll call you Teacher in front of others, but in private, I'll call you Brother Zhuang!" The two embraced and kissed again. The woman then began to dress, fix her hair, reapply eyeliner, and put on lipstick.
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Tang Wan'er then went to room 703. Zhuang Zhidie immediately closed the door and picked up the woman. The woman was obedient and let him carry her, crossing her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck, as if she were sitting comfortably on Zhuang Zhidie's hands. The woman said, "Look at how careful you were just now, and now you're all crazy!" Zhuang Zhidie just chuckled and said, "I missed you so much. I even dreamed about you last night. Guess what? I carried you up the mountain all night." The woman said, "Aren't you afraid of exhausting yourself?" Zhuang Zhidie then placed the woman on the bed, kneading her as if she were a lump of soft dough. The woman laughed so hard she was panting, and suddenly said, "I can't move, or I'll get wet down there." Zhuang Zhidie was suddenly aroused, swallowing his saliva as he tried to take off the woman's clothes. The woman stood up but took off her clothes herself, saying that she had sweated from walking and smelled bad, so she wanted to take a shower. Zhuang Zhidie went to the inner bathroom to fill the tub with water so she could wash, and calmed himself down, undressing and waiting by the bed. When she didn't come, he pushed open the bathroom door and saw the woman with long, loose hair, her pale body standing in the tub, one hand holding the showerhead, the other cupping her breasts. He pounced on her. The woman instantly went limp, dropping the showerhead, wrapping her arms around Zhuang Zhidie's neck, as if she had lost her bones, and weakly leaning back. Zhuang Zhidie held the woman's lower back with one hand, and gently kneaded her breast with the other, then opened his mouth to suckle her other nipple, sliding into the tub with her. Water splashed everywhere amidst the woman's cries. Zhuang Zhidie freed one hand, cupped the woman's neck, and kissed her tightly. The woman's head was resting on the edge of the basin, her long hair spilling onto the floor. Zhuang Zhidie bit four red teeth marks into her arched neck before saying, "Don't let your hair get wet." Only then did Zhuang Zhidie get up, turn off the shower, and gently lift her onto the bed. Beside the bed was a small table, and on the wall above it was a large mirror. The woman looked at herself in the mirror for a while, then laughed and said, "Look at yourself, how can you be a writer?" Zhuang Zhidie said, "What should a writer be like?" The woman said, "Shouldn't they be refined and elegant?" Zhuang Zhidie said, "Alright then." He lifted the woman's legs to look at a certain acupoint. The woman, embarrassed, hurriedly said, "No, no," but could no longer speak, as something gushed out. She then pulled the blanket under her head, only looking in the mirror. Until the woman cried out, Zhuang Zhidie quickly came up and silenced her with his tongue, both of them only able to gasp for breath.

After a long while, the woman finally broke free and said, "Brother Zhuang, aren't you going to come in? You're hurting me." Zhuang Zhidie made a face and asked knowingly, "Where is it hurting you?" "You're naughty!" the woman said coquettishly, and punched him with her two small fists. Zhuang Zhidie said, "Wan'er, let me take a good look first!" Ignoring the woman's attempts to dodge, he bent down and used his hands to examine her closely. He saw a pink clitoris, moist and tender like the tip of a newly sprouted calyx, trembling slightly. Under the two labia, a clitoris was visible, opening and closing, bubbling. Under the bubbling, there seemed to be a black dot that twitched and disappeared. Zhuang Zhidie quickly wiped it with his hand; it was a mole. Remembering that he had one on his own, he felt as if it were destiny. He got up, aimed his glans at that wonderful spot, and gently massaged it. With a cry of pleasure from the woman, he effortlessly inserted himself. The woman's burning heat made Zhuang Zhidie dizzy again, and this dizziness was so wonderful. Over the years, the passion that had long since faded was rekindled by the woman before him. Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but lean down and hold her tightly in his arms. The woman trembled violently under his touch. Zhuang Zhidie said, "Wan'er, I truly want to become one with you in this fire!" The woman, her eyes already glazed, murmured, "Me too, me too," rubbing her breasts against Zhuang Zhidie's chest. Aroused by the woman's teasing, Zhuang Zhidie thrust hundreds of times in rapid succession until a warm sensation coursed through his body. Knowing he could no longer control himself, he thrust even harder, saying, "Wan'er, I can't hold back anymore!" The woman moaned, "Together, together! I want it too!" She then desperately met Zhuang Zhidie's violent thrusts. In an instant, both cried out simultaneously, like two castles slowly collapsing. The woman, hearing that Zhuang Zhidie had a mole, looked in the mirror and thought to herself how much Zhuang Zhidie loved her. The worker in Tongguan hadn't noticed, Zhou Min hadn't noticed, and even she herself hadn't noticed. She said, "Is a mole a good thing?" Zhuang Zhidie replied, "Maybe it is. I have a mole here too." Looking, she indeed saw one. The woman said, "That's good! Now, even if we go to the ends of the earth, we'll find each other!"
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As soon as Liu Yue opened the door, Tang Wan'er threw herself into Zhuang Zhidie's arms, her eyes welling up with tears. Zhuang Zhidie said, "You're going to cry again. Don't cry." The woman said, "I've missed you so much, I can't wait even three days!" The two embraced and kissed passionately, and the woman's hands went down to Zhuang Zhidie's legs. But Zhuang Zhidie gestured with his lips towards the bedroom, and the woman understood, so they separated. Zhuang Zhidie peeked through the crack in the old lady's bedroom door and saw that she was asleep again. He gently closed the door and went to the study first. The woman followed him in on tiptoe, silently closed the door, and then quickly took off her clothes. Zhuang Zhidie said, "You're not wearing a bra or underwear?" The woman said, "That's to make you hurry up!" Zhuang Zhidie then pressed the woman down on the leather chair, lifted her legs, and began to kiss her. The woman's vulva trembled and opened. Zhuang Zhidie couldn't help but stick his tongue in, making the woman's body tremble as if electrocuted, and he felt a gush of fluid come out. The more the woman writhed, the more Zhuang Zhidie's lust intensified. He sucked and licked with his tongue, but then felt an itch on his back and asked the woman to scratch it. The woman said, "It's a mosquito bite! A mosquito in broad daylight?!" She scratched herself, saying, "What did you bite? What did you bite me with, oh oh..." Suddenly she stopped scratching, her eyes rolled back, and her body stiffened. Zhuang Zhidie felt another stream of warm water flowing out. He looked up to see how the water flowed out. He saw that the opening was rising and falling like a small, wriggling animal, and thin streams were seeping out of the opening. The woman's lower body was already a bright, wet patch. In Zhuang Zhidie's eyes, it was like a spring stream, like a winter pool. He buried his head deep down again, and amidst the woman's intoxicated moans, he sucked and licked as if drinking nectar. The woman's discharge carried a faint scent of grass, a fragrance that both captivated and saddened him. It was the same scent he remembered from his childhood days in the countryside, when he would fall asleep on a pile of grass after a long day of cutting grass, and it seemed to permeate the woman's body once more. The white flesh at the base of her thighs was exceptionally smooth, and Zhuang Zhidie couldn't resist licking and kissing it repeatedly. The woman, already exhausted, lay languidly on the leather chair, seemingly lifeless, yet her hazy eyes watched Zhuang Zhidie suckle at her thighs. Feeling the depth of this man's love for her, she couldn't help but feel her eyes redden, saying, "Brother Zhuang, you're so good to me, you're truly the best man in the world!" Zhuang Zhidie stood up, smiling at her. The woman asked, "What does it taste like?" Zhuang Zhidie said, "Try it." He put his lips to hers, straightened his body, and then, with a cry of pain, collapsed onto Tang Wan'er. The woman asked, "What's wrong?" Zhuang Zhidie said, "My injured foot hurt a little." The woman said, "You're afraid to use your strength." Zhuang Zhidie said, "It's nothing." He wanted to start over. The woman said, "Then let me do some effort." She stood up and let Zhuang Zhidie sit on a chair. The woman straddled his lap, sat down on the object, and cried out as she rose and fell. Zhuang Zhidie quickly said, "Don't cry out, the old lady is over there!" The woman said, "I don't care!" and kept crying out. Zhuang Zhidie then stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth. The woman bit it, still moaning, and they thrust wildly more than a hundred times before they both ejaculated. Zhuang Zhidie said, "Hurry up and get dressed, Liu Yue might be coming back!" The woman finished dressing, combed her hair, wiped her sweat, and asked if her lipstick was still red. Of course, the lipstick was gone; Zhuang Zhidie had eaten it all. Zhuang Zhidie then took some lip balm and applied it to her. Finally, he lifted his skirt and tried to write on the woman's thigh. The woman ignored him and let him write, instead taking a mirror and applying powder to her face. After Zhuang Zhidie finished writing, the woman looked down and saw that there were indeed words written on it. She read aloud: "Worry-Free Hall." She said, "That's the name of your study!" Zhuang Zhidie said, "Then when will I write it with a brush and paste it on your house?" The woman said, "Humans are strange. They have a brain to generate worries, and this thing to relieve them! Have you eaten your fill?" Zhuang Zhidie said, "And you?" The woman said, "I'm full. After eating my fill, I can endure for a week!" Zhuang Zhidie said, "Me too. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how I would survive!" The woman said, "Then why don't you marry me sooner?" Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zhidie lowered his head, looking pained. The woman said, "Let's not talk about this anymore, it'll only upset me. Even if we don't get married in the future, I'll be content. I've been loved by you in my life, and loving and being loved is happiness!" Zhuang Zhidie said, "That's true, but I still have to tell you: wait for me, you must wait for me!"

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